I spilled coffee in between my keyboard keys

And i shut the laptop down

And scrubbed and scrubbed

For hours

But to no avail

I could not remove the stains

From the keyboard’s crevices

I could not restore

the keyboard’s function

Just like you poured your poison

In between my own parts

And i shut myself down

And scrubbed and scrubbed

And scrubbed and scrubbed

And scrubbed and scrubbed

And scrubbed and scrubbed

For hours

But no matter

I could never quite remove your stains

All i did was make a mess

Grave keeper, please remember me; Tend to my final resting place. No family roots left to trace, Or bric-a-brac there to fancy.   Heaven knows my identity; On Earth, I’m just a nameless face. Grave keeper, please remember me; Tend to my final resting place.   Honor my haunted memory  Lingering in this lonesome space; Won’t someone keep me company? To know sweet mercy and God’s grace!    O’ grave keeper, remember me; Tend to my final resting place!  

I've been cast aside like an old hooptie ride

Parked right beside, the back shead sprouting vines.

While youre driving top down

With an attitude like "look at me now"

You got both feet on the ground

And deep down I know you deserve it.

You said I haven't seemed like myself

Well aren't you observant.

I placed you at the top shelf

You we're worshipped.

Now I can't look at myself.

dissatisfaction includes lack of love & motivation.

once motivated, once in love, everything comes like a flowing ever lasting river reconnecting to the higher power of life.

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I hold my breath so I can breathe And take a pause for myself and inner breath. I block my ears so I can hear And listen to the music of my soul. I shut my mouth so I can speak And let my silence be my voice. I close my eyes so I can see And envision a world with only peace.   The sickle-shaped Moon is high and shrinking; She is only revealing a small piece of herself tonight. Even when incognito, her paleness always follows. She never stops spinning as the Earth rotates faster, And time passes by at a swifter pace. I hold my breath so I can breathe And savor the scents of the seasons; Fragrant aromas drift away with each quick whiff.   I rest for a minute to collect a moment of inner serenity In a world that never stops revolving. Gazing at buzzing telephone wires and starry street lights, I contemplate disconnected misunderstandings, Twilight conversations and midnight rendezvous. I block my ears so I can hear And listen to the world in a lower, slower-sounding tone; A vibration that connects the universe.   Growing older, life swirls more impatiently; If only I could take one last breath from oxygen’s past; I would huff it deeply and let it circulate into my future. Instead, I puff toxic poison from a cigarette and exhale noxious air; My throat is parched and my chest aches from anxiety. I shut my mouth so I can speak And confide in my internal thoughts; Practicing mindfulness to stifle the negative gyrations.   Revolutions are necessary for liberations from the past. Yet like the Moon’s day and the Sun’s night – Around and around, I cannot grasp the tail of it all; Like a comet streaking through the galaxy And a sprinting cheetah chasing its elusive prey. I close my eyes so I can see and slow the seasons of time, So we can share another cup of hot herbal memories, Extra sweet, in another equinox.